WHITTIER 


I'hr  ixitlus  their  feet  luivc  worn.'1 


OINttier. 


/\rruiM|C<1  1)7...  hIJOWM   AND   COMPANY, 

ANNA  ,\\.  LUCY.  IVXSTON,  HA.S.S. 


Copyright,   ifi'io,  l>v 

/ANNA  A\.  LUCY. 


Tl\im  quotations  div  u.v<l 

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"Go,  find  a  place  at  home  and  hearth 

Where'er  thy  singer's  name  is  known; 
Revive  for  him  the  kindly  thought 
Of  friends;  and  they  who  love  him  not, 
Touched  by  some  strain  of  thine,  perchance  may  take 
The  hand  he  proffers  all,  and  thank  him  for  thy  sake." 


Ml 23580 


The  Whittier  Birthplace. 

E'i.;   H-iverh-.;:. 
}",::.'  :'..  '.6R-  I  y  Thim  ,-  Wr..' 


"The  old  farm-house  nestling  in  its  valley;  hills  stretching  off  to 
the  south,  and  green  meadows  to  the  east;  the  small  stream  which 
came  noisily  down  its  ravine,  washing  the  old  garden-wall  and  softly 
lapping  on  fallen  stones  and  mossy  roots  of  beeches  and  hemlocks;  the 
tall  sentinel  poplars  at  the  gateway;  the  oak-forest,  sweeping  unbroken 
to  the  northern  horizon,  the  grass-grown  carriage-path,  with  its  rude 
and  crazy  bridge,  the  dear  old  landscape  of  my  boyhood  lies  out 
stretched  before  me  like  a  daguerreotype  from  that  picture  within  which 
I  have  borne  with  me  in  all  my  wanderings." 


The    Homestead    Fireplace. 


"The  voices  of  that  hearth  are  still." 

"Sit  with  me  by  the  homestead  hearth 
And  stretch  the  hands  of  memory  forth." 

••We  watched  the  first  red  blaze  appear, 
Heard  the  sharp  crackle,  caught  the  gleam 
On  whitewashed  wall  and  sagging  beam. 
Until  the  old,  rude-furnished  room 
Burst,  flower-like,  into  rosy  bloom." 


The  Brook. 

Eaet  Hiverhi;: 


••  Laughed  the  brook  for  my  delight 
Through  the  day  and  through  the  night. 
Whispering  at  the  garden  wall, 
Talked  with  me  from  fall  to  fall." 


Tllf   /lartfuat 


"The  music  of  whose  liquid  lip 
Had  been  to  us  companionship. 
And.  in  our  lonely  life,  had  grown 
To  have  an  almost  human  tone." 


~-  &''  r  ' 

VMfc. 


The   "Whittier   Elm." 

Near  the  Birthplace.  East  HiverhiJl. 


•The  tree  my  childhood  loved  is  there." 

The  Miuionary. 


Country  Bridge. 

East  Haverhill. 

••The  haunted  bridge  of  the  Country  Brook." 

The  //time  Comiixj  of  tht  Hritic. 

(Country  Brook.)  "  It  was,  for  the  most  part,  a  sober,  quiet  little 
river ;  but  at  intervals  it  broke  into  a  low,  rippling  laugh  over  rocks  and 
trunks  of  fallen  trees.  There  had,  so  tradition  said,  once  been  a  witch- 
meeting  on  its  banks,  of  six  little  old  women  in  short,  sky-blue  cloaks; 
and  if  a  drunken  teamster  could  be  credited,  a  ghost  was  once  seen  bob 
bing  for  eels  under  Country  Bridge.  It  ground  our  corn  and  rye  for  us, 
at  its  two  grist-mills;  and  we  drove  our  sheep  to  it  for  their  spring  wash 
ing,  an  anniversary  which  was  looked  forward  to  with  intense  delight,  for 
it  was  always  rare  fun  for  the  youngsters.  This  brook  in  its  turn,  after 
doing  duty  at  two  or  three  saw  and  grist  mills,  the  clack  of  which  we 
could  hear  in  still  days  across  the  intervening  woodlands,  found  its  way 
to  the  great  river,  and  the  river  took  it  up  and  bore  it  down  to  the  great 
sea." 

frnitr   Wurkt.—  Thf  nub  1  iliiln't  Ciitrh. 


Lake  Kenoza. 

Haverhill 


"Kenoza!  o'er  no  sweeter  lake 

Shall  morning  break  or  noon-cloud  sail, — 
No  fairer  face  than  thine  shall  take 

The  sunset's  golden  veil." 

••Lake  of  the  pickerel !  let  no  more 

The  echoes  answer  back,  'Great  Pond.' 

But  sweet  Kenoza,  from  thy  shore 
And  watching  hills  beyond." 


Kennza  l.nkf. 


Lake  Sattonstall. 

Haverhill. 


Her  autumn  leaves  by  Saltonstal!." 

HanrMlt. 


••  Whose  waters  still 
Mirror  the  forest  and  the  hill." 


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J  ,•'/.'  t       ./          ;» 
'  J.  •        , 


The   Hannah   Doston   Monument. 

City  Hall  Park,  Haverhil'.. 


"The  far-famed  Hannah  Custon,  (who  while  a  captive  of  the  In 
dians  snd  maddened  by  the  murder  of  her  infant  child,  killed  and 
scalped,  with  the  assistance  of  a  young  boy,  the  entire  band  of  her  cap 
tors,  ten  in  number)." 

I'nise    H'nrl;i.  —  Thc  l\oy  Ciijitires. 


Four  bronze  rzlief  tablets,  inscribed: 

(i)  Hannah     Dust  ill  (2)          Her  husband's  defence- 

was  captured  of  their   children 

by  the   Indiaas  against   the   pursuing 

1.1    Havcrhill  savages 

the  place  of  her  nativity 
Marc',    ,;,    ,6,7 


Krected  A.  I)    187; 

(3)  Her  slaying  of  her  (4)  Her    return 

captors    at    Contoocook 
Islaad  Mch.  ^o,   1697 
nnd  escaj>e 


Haverhill    Public    Library. 

Su.n.::.rr  3t:-?e». 


••  Here  Greek  and  Roman  find  themselves 
Alive  along  these  crowded  shelves  ; 
And  Shakespeare  treads  again  his  stage. 
And  Chaucer  paints  anew  his  age. 
As  if  some  Pantheon's  marbles  broke 
Their  stony  trance,  and  lived  and  spoke. 
Life  thrills  along  the  alcoved  hall, 
The  lords  of  thought  await  our  call." 


Tin   l.ilirnrii. 


Rolfe   Tablet. 

C  .  :-;.er  Summer  S'  :-ef. 
Entrance    to    the    Old    Burying    Ground. 


••  Even  now  the  villager  can  tell 
Where  Rolfe  beside  his  hearthstone  fell. 
And  still,  within  the  churchyard  ground. 
Heaves  darkly  up  the  ancient  mound. 
Whose  grass-grown  surface  overlies 
The  victims  of  that  sacrifice." 


I'riilnrtrl. 


Inscription  on  the  Tablet  at  Entrance  of  Old 
Burying  Ground. 

Inscription  on  the  Rolfe  Tablet. '  Old    1'iiryinL;    (iroiind 


I'enjnmin   Rolie 


..n,l  mini-ler  ol    II:,.. 

with  his  »iie  one  ,  Inld  ''  '" 

^tiil  three  soldiers  were   Lilletl 

near  this  spot  liv    Indians 

Here  lie  tl 
Aug.    •-'„,   1708. 


Havcrhill  and   n   my 
tlieir  des,  endants. 


The   Sycamores. 

Water  Street,  Haverhiil. 


••  In  the  outskirts  of  the  village. 

On  the  river's  winding  shores. 
Stand  the  occidental  plane-trees. 

Stand  the  ancient  Sycamores." 


The  Sycamorfi. 


Haverhill   Academy. 

New  th»  Whit">v  f'-h--- 


••  The  gulf  of  seven  and  fifty  years 

We  stretch  our  welcoming  hands  across; 
The  distance  but  a  pebble's  toss 

Between  us  and  our  youth  appears 

For  in  life's  school  we  linger  on 
The  remnant  of  a  once  full  list ; 
Conning  our  lessons,  undismissed, 

With  faces  to  the  setting  sun. 

And  some  have  gone  the  unknown  way. 
And  some  await  the  call  to  rest : 
Who  knoweth  whether  it  is  best 

For  those  who  went  or  those  who  stay?  " 


Merrimac   River. 


•  There  are  streams  which  are  famous  in  history's  story. 

Whose  names  are  familiar  to  pen  and  to  tongue. 
Renowned  in  the  records  of  love  and  of  glory. 

Where  knighthood  has  ridden  and  minstrels  have  sung  : 
Fair  streams  thro'  more  populous  regions  are  gliding, 

Tower,  temple,  and  palace  their  borders  adorning. 
With  tall-masted  ships  on  their  broad  bosoms  riding. 

Their  banners  stretch'd  out  in  the  breezes  of  morning  ; 
And  their  vales  may  be  lovely  and  pleasant     but  never 

Was  skiff  ever  wafted,  or  wav'd  a  white  sail 
O'er  a  lovelier  wave  than  my  dear  native  river. 

Or  brighter  tides  roll'd  than  in  Merrimac's  vale!  " 


I'lif    I, ilt  ,„•  the  Me, 


Rocks   Bridge. 

Across  the  Mei-rirr.iok  Riv-, 
The    Countess*   Grave. 


The  dark  tunnel  of  the  bridge." 

•  Yet  pause  by  one  low  mound,  and  part 

The  wild  vines  o'er  it  laced. 

And  read  the  words  by  rustic  art 

Upon  its  headstone  traced." 


Count  Francois,  dc  Viparl  c.um-  In  the  I 'lined  Mates  1,1  the  early  |..ul  ni  tile 
191!)  century  anil  to.ik  up  his  rt-siik-iu-i-  :il  KM.  U  ViJIu^e  nn  thi-   Mcrrimack. 
There  lie  was  married  In  Mary    In^  ills,  a   I  ,v  .!»•'»[  .11111;    Kirl.     She   died  on    • 
Jan.  =;.  1807.  alinul  a  year  ailer  I|K    niarrlace  an. I  'tK<-  referem  e    in    the  |>[)elll 
is  to  her  i;rave. 


"The  Laurels." 

On  the  Merrirr.ask  River. 


••Hold  in  thy  mirror,  calm  and  deep, 
The  pleasant  pictures  thou  hast  seen ; 

Forget  thy  lovers  not,  but  keep 

Our  memory  like  thy  laurels  green." 


The  iMitrflt. 


From  photograph  l>y  w-  ^-  Thompson,  Ncwtmryport.  Mass. 


Whittier's    Residence. 

Corner  of  Pleasant  ar.d  Friend  Streets,  Arr.estury-  Mass. 


'Home  of  my  heart !  to  me  more  fair 
Than  gay  Versailles  or  Windsor's  halls." 


The  f.iuil  Wall  in  Autumn. 


Whrttier's    Library. 


••My  quiet  room  and  fireside  nook 

Where  the  casement  light  falls  dim  and  gray." 


Tin'  Dtmtiti   of  the. 


••What  greetings  smile,  what  farewells  wave. 

What  loved  ones  enter  and  depart ! 
The  good,  the  beautiful,  the  brave, 

The  Heaven-lent  treasures  of  the  heart!" 


The   l.nitt    H'd//.   in   Autumn. 


Whittier's  Garden. 


"Home'sgreen  quiet. 


(•  rom   photograph  *•>'  ^  *  (-•  'I  h<impson. 


The    Friends'    Meeting    House. 

Amesfcury. 


••  In  calm  and  cool  and  silence,  once  again 
1  find  my  old  accustomed  place  among 
My  brethren,  where,  perchance,  no  human  tongue 
Shall  utter  words :  where  never  hymn  is  sung, 
Nor  deep-toned  organ  blown,  nor  censer  swung. 

Nor  dim  light  falling  through  the  pictured  pane!" 


••  Dream  not,  O  friend,  because  I  seek 

This  quiet  shelter  twice  a  week, 

I  better  deem  its  pine-laid  floor 

Than  breezy  hill  or  sea-sung  shore  ; 

But  nature  is  not  solitude  :   .   .   . 

And  so  I  find  it  well  to  come 

For  deeper  rest  to  this  still  room." 


'I'll,    Mr<t< 


Ifl 


The   Statue   of  Josiah    Bartlett. 

Amesbury. 

Unveiled  July  4.  1688.    Governor  BarUett.  was  a  signer  of 
the  Deiliration  rf  It. dependence. 


••  O  storied  vale  of  Merrimac, 

Rejoice  through  all  thy  shade  and  shine 
And  from  his  century's  sleep  call  back 
A  brave  and  honored  son  of  thine. 

And  thou,  O  Land  he  loved,  rejoice 
That  in  the  countless  years  to  come. 

Whenever  Freedom  needs  a  voice. 

These  sculptured  lips  shall  not  be  dumb!  " 


Onf   of  the 


The    Old    Macey    House. 

Amesbury. 


••  Now,  Goodman  Macey,  ope  thy  door,- 
We  would  not  be  house-breakers ; 

A  rueful  deed  thou'st  done  this  day. 
In  harboring  banished  Quakers." 


The   K.ri/r* 


From   photograph  by  \V.  < 


In    Amesbury. 


"  There's  a  well-sweep  at  every  door  in  town." 

The  Ca/itdin't    H'rll. 


The    Captain    Valentine    Bagley    House. 

Amestrary. 


11  I  saw,  as  I  prayed,  my  home  once  more, 
The  house,  the  barn,  the  elms  by  the  door." 


The  Captain' t  Well. 


In    Amesbury. 


••  The  grass-lined  road,  that  riverward  wound. 
Ths  tall  slate  stones  of  the  burying  ground, 
The  belfry  and  steeple  on  meeting-house  hill." 


The  fnjitnin't    H'rll. 


The   stone  landmark  on  mecting-hous*  hill  is  inscribed  : 

The  first 
Meeting  House 

in    AiiiL-sbury 

was  crt-'Ctcd  nil  this  spot 

in  Me  ye:ir  1065. 


The  brook  with  its  dam,  and  gray  grist  mill." 


Tlir  rVi/;f«iV«    Writ 


The   Bagley    Well. 


••  '  And  here  is  the  well  I  promised  the  Lord  !  ' 

And  when  z  wayfarer  weary  and  hot, 

Kept  to  the  mid-road,  pausing  not 

For  the  well's  refreshing,  he  shook  his  head  ; 

'  He  don't  know  the  value  of  water,'  he  said ; 

•  Had  he  prayed  for  a  drop,  as  I  have  done, 

In  the  desert  circle  of  sand  and  sun, 

He  would  drink  and  rest,  and  go  home  to  tell 

That  God's  best  gift  is  the  wayside  well !  '  " 


Amrsbury. 


••  And  spring  does  not  tarry 
As  it  does  at  Amesbury." 


To  I.ttcti  l.tirrom. 


Amesbury. 

From  Powcw  Kill 


"Po  Hill  is  still  on  guard, 
Looking  land  and  ocean  ward." 

Abrtiin    Morrison. 

•'  One  Sabbath  day  my  friend  and  I 
After  the  meeting,  quietly 
Passed  from  the  crowded  village  lanes. 
White  with  dry  dust  for  lack  of  rains, 
And  climbed  the  neighboring  slope.   .   .   . 
We  reached,  at  length,  the  topmost  swell, 
Whence,  either  way,  the  green  turf  fell 
In  terraces  of  nature  down 
To  fruit-hung  orchards,  and  the  town 
With  white,  pretenceless  houses,  tall 
Church-steeples,  and,  o'ershadowing  all, 
Hugh  mills  whose  windows  had  the  look 
Of  eager  eyes  that  ill  could  brook 
The  Sabbath  rest.      We  traced  the  track 
Of  the  sea-seeking  river  back 
Glistening  for  miles  above  its  mouth, 
Through  the  long  valley  to  the  south." 

Miriam. 


Deer    Island. 

Near  the  mouth  of  the  Memmaojc  H. 


Deer  Island's  rocks  and  fir-trees." 


Chain-Bridge. 

Across  the  Msrnmsck  at  Deer  Islai.d. 


'The  swinging  chain-bridge." 

Thf  I'rnichrr 


Hawkswood. 

On  the  Merrimack. 


Hawkswood's  belt  of  trees." 

.\fabel  Martin. 


From  photograph  by  \V.  C.  Thompson. 


Home  of  Harriet  Prescott  Spofford. 


••I  see  thy  home,  set  like  an  eagb's  nest 
Among  Deer  Island's  immemorial  pines." 


To  Hurrii't  I'rescfltt  Spofford, 


Fro-n  photograph  hy  W.  C.  Thompson. 


Oldtown    Hill    and    Parker    River. 

Near  Amestury. 


"As  long  as  sheep  shall  look  from  the  side 
Of  Oldtown  Hill  on  marishes  wide, 
And  Parker  River,  and  salt-sea  tide ;   .   .   . 
As  long  as  Nature  shall  not  grow  old. 
Nor  drop  her  work  from  her  doting  hold, 
And  her  care  for  the  Indian  corn  forget. 
And  the  yellow  rows  in  pairs  to  set  ;— 
So  long  shall  Christians  here  be  born, 
Grow  up  and  ripen  as  God's  sweet  corn  !" 


The  Prophecy  tif  Sttmnft  Srwall. 


i  photograph  by  W.  C.  Thompson. 


Artichoke    River. 


'Pictured  Artichoke." 

June  KII  tht   MtrrimiK . 


Curson's  Mill. 

Artichoke  River. 


'Curson's  bowery  mill." 

June  on  the  .\ferrimac. 


From  photograph  liy  W.  ('.  Thompson. 


Powow    River. 

Near  Ame3t  :\-\ 


•The  mirror  of  the  Powow." 

A    Sony  of  lliirrent. 


From  phiit.iuraph  l.y   \V.  (   .    1  I.  .|,i|,~.,;,. 


The   Whitefieid   Church. 

Newburyport,  Mass. 


George  Whitefieid.  the  celebrated  preacher,  die!  in  the 
house  near  the  church  in  1770,  ar.d  was  buried  under  the 
church  which  has  since  borne  his  name. 


"Awhile  my  friend  with  rapid  search 

O'erran  the  landscape.     'Yonder  spire 
Over  gray  roofs,  a  shaft  of  fire  ; 

What  is  it.  pray?'       -The  Whitefieid  Church  ! 

Walled  about  by  its  basement  stones, 

There  rest  the  marvellous  prophet's  bones.'  " 


The   I'reachtr. 


Fntrn  photograph  by  W.  C.  'I'll 


Black  Recks  and  Plum  Island. 

M--.I    N--.V:  u   yi  >!'. 


•Around  the  Black  Rocks." 

I'll.-    K.rilt* 


••Long  and  low,  with  dwarf  trees  crowned. 
Plum  Island  lies,  like  a  whale  aground." 


I'lif   I'ri'liliri'i/  "/  .•iiimiirl   Xrirall. 


Kn.in  |ih..|.,i;r.i|.hs  liy  W.  «'.    Hi...., ,>•..„ 


•Where  Salisbury's  level  marshes  spread 
Mile-wide  as  flies  the  laden  bee." 


Snowboitnd. 


From  photograph  by  W.  C.  Thompson. 


••Three  friends,  the  guests  of  summer  time, 

Pitched  their  white  tent  where  sea-winds  blew. 

They  rested  there,  escaped  awhile 

From  cares  that  wear  the  life  away. 

To  eat  the  lotus  of  the  Nile 

And  drink  the  poppies  of  Cathay." 


James  T.  Fields  Bayard  Taylor. 

••One.  with  Ins  LIMP!  sc.iivc  silvered,  li.in-  "Anil  ..nc.   who,.-  Aral,  i;i.  e  was  lanned 
A  ready  iredem  e  i  i  hi-  I"  k-,  !'•>   ""I".:  -»"  -""I  """-""I  <«*•<• 

A  lettered  maKi,ate,  l.mlinj  o'er  N,  lr:.\elk,l  there  w;i-   Milt.e  :<  la, hi 
An  ever-wiilemnn  realm  oi  books."  I  >r  |.e.i|.l<-  left  him  I.,  exhan-t." 

John  G.    Whittier. 
"Anil  o.le  then:  was.  a  dreamer  hoin, 

V.'ho  will,  a  miss,,, n  In  fulfil. 
Had  left  the  Muse's  haunts  to  turn 

The  erank  i,i  an  opinion-mill." 

Tent  OH  tilt'   lit'tii-h. 
Referring  to  Salisbury  lleach  and  vicinity. 


Rivermouth  Rocks. 

!!«••:•  H'.ri.;  t'j  .. 
Git  >v.^  N  •''•'  Ham[°h-  :"-  :  la 


••They  saw  not  the  Shadow  that  walked  beside. 

They  heard  not  the  feet  with  silence  shod. 
But  thicker  and  thicker  a  hot  mist  grew. 
Shot  by  the  lightnings  through  and  through  : 
And  muffled  growls,  like  the  growl  of  a  beast, 
Ran  along  the  sky  from  west  to  east. 
The  Shoalsmen  looked,  but  saw  alone 
Dark  films  of  rain-cloud  slantwise  blown. 
Wild  rocks  lit  up  by  the  lightning's  glare. 
The  strife  and  torment  of  sea  and  air." 


The   ll'rrrt  in  Ilirrrmiiiitli. 


Oak  Knoll. 

Summer  Street.  Dai.vers.  Mass 


•'  Did  ever  such  a  morning  break 
As  that  my  eastern  windows  see  ? 

Did  ever  such  a  moonlight  take 

Weird  photographs  of  shrub  and  tree?  " 


Tht  Clear  Vitivn. 


From  photograph  tiy  W.  H.  HaHiday, 


Salem  Witch  House. 

0::  Essex  Street. 
Front  in  1850.    Rear  in  origir.al  ?or.d;tion. 


"In  the  witch-craft  day." 

'/'/»•   Demnn  uf  tin-  Sillily. 


Krom  |,li,,i,,Kraplis  liy   MmilKm    I'h.il.i.   <'<,..    l',,,M,,n. 


1  On  the  rocks  of  Marblehead." 

The  Swan  Sony  nf  /Virito/i 


Skipper  Ireson's  House  and  Fort  Sewall. 
Marbleheal. 


••The  strangest  ride  that  ever  was  sped 
Was  Ireson's.  out  from  Marblehead." 


••\  see  the  gray  fort's  broken  wall." 

A  Sf 


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St.  Michael's  Church. 
M»rt>lehead. 


••  Church  to  reverend  memories  dear 
Quaint  in  desk  and  chandelier ; 

Loft,  whose  tiny  organ  kept 

Keys  that  Snetzler's  hand  had  swept  ; 

Altar,  o'er  whose  tablet  old 
Sinai's  law  its  thunders  rolled!  " 


Thf. 


Kroni  photograph*  l»y    M     H.  Graves,  Marbleliead,  Mas>. 


••Among  the  lagends  sung  or  said 

Along  our  rocky  shore. 
The  Wishing  Bridge  of  Marblehead 

May  well  ba  sung  once  more." 


From  photograph  by  Kreti   li.   I.itchinan. 


llriilge. 


Gloucester's  harbor  bar." 

The  Kxilta. 


Cape  Ann, — Eastern  Point  Light. 
Boar's  Head. 

Coast  of  Massachusetts. 


••  On  yonder  rocky  cape,  which  braves 
The  stormy  challenge  of  the  waves. 
Midst  tangled  vine  and  dwarfish  wood, 
The  hardy  Anglo-Saxon  stood  ; 
Midst  roll  of  drum  and  trumpet  blare. 
And  weapons  brandishing  in  air, 
He  gave  to  that  lone  promontory 
The  sweetest  name  in  all  his  story." 

The  Mrrrimticl:. 

East  of  the  grisly  Head  of  the  Boar." 

Thf   Wreck  of  Kirmunulk. 


••  Unfathomed  deep,  unfetter'd  waste 

Of  never-silent  waves, 
Each  by  its  rushing  follower  chas'd." 


Kn.ni  |.liot..i:r:i|ih  liy  Nmlc  PI I  ...   I'.,.: 


"Whence,  sternly  from  her  rocky  throne. 
Queen  of  the  North.  Quebec  looks  down." 


The   It'orlit's  Convention. 


Krnin  photograph  t>y  J.  K.  l.ivcrnin*.  (Jlicbcc. 


Bald  or  Green  Mountain. 

Mount  Desert  Reck. 

Coast,  of  Man.e. 


Within  a  tew  years,  a  niiivciiiriit  lia>  been  made  ID  <:liani;e  vhe 
Creen  Mountain,  iipun  »hi.li  Jnlin  Creenleat  Whittier  wrote 
Mejjiini:"  t"  M<niiit  Wliinicr. 


••  On  the  Bald  Mountain's  shrubless  brow 
The  gray  and  thunder-smitten  pile 
Which  marks  afar  the  Desert  Isle." 

••  And  Desert  Rock,  abrupt  and  bare, 
Lifts  its  gray  turrets  in  the  air,- 
Seen  from  afar,  like  some  stronghold 
Built  by  the  ocean  kings  of  old." 


rrnin  |>!iMt,,i;raph  l>y  Nink  I'lm 


.--  - 

— z    " 


Baron  de  St.  Castine. 

••  And  with  them  one  whose  bearded  cheek. 
And  white  and  wrinkled  brow,  bespeak 

A  wanderer  from  the  shores  of  France. 
A  few  long  locks  of  scattering  snow 
Beneath  a  battered  morion  flow. 
And  from  the  rivets  of  the  vest 
Which  girds  in  steel  his  ample  breast. 

The  slanted  sunbeams  glance. 
In  the  harsh  outlines  of  his  face 
Passion  and  sin  have  left  their  trace  ; 
Yet,  save  worn  brow  and  thin  gray  hair. 
No  signs  of  weary  age  are  there. 

His  step  is  firm,  his  eye  is  keen. 
Nor  years  in  broil  and  battle  spent, 
Nor  toil,  nor  wounds,  nor  pain  have  bent 

The  lordly  frame  of  old  Castine." 

Afogg   Merjonc. 
From  photograph  used  by  permission  of  Noah    Brooks. 


Main  Street. 
Winona  Cliff. 
Dice's  Head  Light. 

Castine,  Mair.e 


1  Castine's  country." 

Mnrtjnret    ^itiitli'*  ,lttnrmil. 


Penobscot  River. 


Swift  and  strong,  Penobscot  passes 
White  with  foamy  falls." 


'/'lit'    I.lltl,fi<-rtti<: 


From  photograph  by   \V.  G.  "\itxciu. 


Mouth  of  the  Penobscot  River. 


•  The  broad  Penobscot  comes  to  meet 
And  mingle  with  his  own  bright  bay." 


Moil;/  M<ij<nte. 


(•'mill  pliol,>i;r:i]>h   by    \V.  (  ;.  >:iri;em. 


Wood   Island. 

Neart.-:t  Mou':.     '  ••.••Saco  Hwer. 


"  Has  Scamman,  versed  in  Indian  wile, 
For  vengeance  left  his  vine-hung  isle  ?  " 


Mi>yy   Mttjitne. 


•  'What.'  asked  the  Traveller,  'would  our  sires. 

The  old  Norse  story-tellers,  say 
Of  sun-graved  pictures,  ocean  wires, 

And  smoking  steamboats  of  today  ?'  " 


KalHttultittry  Churcji. 


Owl's   Head   Light. 

Entrance  to  Rocklar.d  Harbor.  Maine. 


"From  gray  sea-fog,  from  icy  drift, 

From  peril  and  from  pain. 
The  home-bound  fisher  greets  thy  lights. 

C  hundred-harbored  Maine." 


Mt.  Washington. 

White  Mountains.  New  Hampshire. 

Indian  name.— Ht.  Agiochcok. 


11  Gray  searcher  of  the  upper  air, 

There's  sunshine  on  thy  ancient  walls. 

A  crown  upon  thy  forehead  bare, 
A  flash  upon  thy  waterfalls. 

A  rainbow  glory  in  the  cloud 

Upon  thine  awful  summit  bowed." 


Mt.  Agiochook. 


From  photograph  by  J.  A.  McConnick.  Hostoti. 


Old   Man    of  the   Mountain. 


•Watched  over  by  the  solemn-browed 
And  awful  face  of  stone." 


From    a    copyrighted    photoerap-     rv     H.    G.    Ppahody,    Boston 


Lake    Winnepesaukee. 
Profile   Rock. 

The  Weirs.  M.  H. 


The  Winnepesaukee  shore. 

.1    /,<•</<  n,l  ,,!'  the 


Mt.  Chocorua. 

Carroll  County.  New  Han.pshire. 


There  towared  Chocorua 's  peak." 

The  Hill-Tnp. 


h  re  mi  photugraph  by  Soule   I'hnt...  (  o. 


Sandwich  Mountains. 


Through  Sandwich  notch  the  west-wind  sang." 

Amoti;/  the   /////x. 


From  photograph  by  Soulc  Photo.  Co.,  Boston. 


The   Pemigewasset   River. 

New  Hampshire. 


•The  winding  ways  of  Pemigewasset." 

Utritited. 


Kr,.m  photograph  l,y  C.  M.  Nelson,  I'lymomh 


Mt.   MoosiUuke. 

Grafton  County.  New  Hampsnlre. 


Moosehillock's  mountain  range." 

The  llriital  of  Peiamrook. 


Squam   Lake. 

New  Hampthire. 


••  Before  me,  stretched  for  glistening  miles, 
Lay  mountain-girdled  Squam  ; 

Like  green-winged  birds,  the  leafy  isles 
Upon  its  bosom  swam." 


The  llill-7'op. 


From  photograph  by  C.  M .  Nelson,  Plymouth. 


Nashua    River. 


...••  Through  the  calm  repose 
Of  cultured  vales  and  fringing  woods  the 
gentle  Nashua  flows." 


In  Lee. 

New  Hampshire. 


In  the  woods  of   Lee." 

A  Memorial. 


Wentworth  Hall. 

Portsmouth.   N.  H. 


General  V/entworth's  House.  1730. 

11  Her  home  is  brave  in  Jaffrey  street 
With  stately  stairways  worn 

By  feet  of  old  Colonial  knights 
And  ladies  gentle-born. 

Still  green  about  its  ample  porch 

The  English  ivy  twines. 
Trained  back  to  show  in  English  oak 

The  herald's  carven  signs. 

And  on  her,  from  the  wainscot  old, 

Ancestral  faces  frown. — 
And  this  has  worn  the  soldier's  sword, 

And  that  the  judge's  gown." 


Amy  tt'entucorth. 


Home,   Grave,   and   Monument 

Of  M-ijO"  Gei.eral  John  SuUivan. 
Durh-iir..    N.  H. 


General  Sullivan,  of  New  Hampsire." 

I'riiff  Worl-n.—  The  Hlm-l;  Men  in  the  Kerolution. 


Inscription  on  the  Monument: 

In   mcm-irv    of  M,i.     r,i--i.     |,,l,n     Sullivan,      with     others, 

:     the  walls   ,,i    K,,r1    Wilii.n,    ami    M.iry 
born  red.   17.   1740 

died  Jan.  z.,,  I7S5  •"  ''":'-   1"""1'-  N'    "••;""1   """<    ''   ""  '    '»'"- 

dru.l    kc-s  (,:    mi]i|»'«il-r.      This  wa^.  Liken    In 

Kmttd  liy  thcstat-i.t    New  !lain|.0nrc  llurh.rn    in    a   |.a.-U-l     and   hi. Mr,,   un.liT    the 

UIK.n  the  site- oith^niminB-honsc  chur,:h  in     in,,,,     oi     C,,n.     Sullivan',     house, 

under  whir!,  was  st<irt-d  the  umum.Mlcr 

taken   from    Kort    William  and    Mary  Kr.im  there  il  w  as  ,ai  le,l   to    l!.,si.ia    and   nsi-d 

hy    ihc    ( '•iiitinenlal    si.ldier.s    at   the    I'.altle  of 
SUI.I.IVAN  Bunker    Hill. 


"  Yonder  solitary  pine 
Is  ringed  below  with  flower  and  vine." 


An  Outdoor  flecepticii. 


•  Still  sits  the  schoolhouse  by  the  road." 

•Within,  the  warping  floor,  the  battered  seats, 
The  jack-knife's  carved  initial." 


Passing  through  the  woods  for  nearly  half  a  mile." 

Mnrytirft  Smith'*  Journal. 


State  House,  Public  Library,  Old  North  Church, 
"  Bridge  of  Size,"  (Public  Gardens.) 


In   Boston  town. 


7'At-  1'ine-  Tree. 
Calf-fin  Ib'ston. 


The   Emancipation  Group. 

ParK  Square.  Boston. 

Unveiled  Dec.  9,  1879. 


••  Take  the  worn  frame,  that  rested  not 

Save  in  a  martyr's  grave  — 
The  care-lined  face,  that  none  forgot, 

Bent  to  the  kneeling  slave. 
Let  man  be  free  !     The  mighty  word 

He  spake  was  not  his  own  ; 
An  impulse  from  the  Highest  stirred 

These  chiselled  lips  alone, 
We  rest  in  peace  where  these  sad  eyes 

Saw  peril,  strife,  and  pain  ; 
His  was  the  nation's  sacrifice, 

And  ours  the  priceless  gain." 


The  Emancipation  Croup. 


Faneuil  Hall. 

Boston. 


Grass-hopper  wcathcrvane. 


"  Dreaded  more  than  steel  or  ball. 
Shall  your  calmest  utterance  be. 
Heard  from  Faneuil  Hall !  " 


Tn   Fanrtiit   Hull 


From  photographs  (rom  AMcn  Studio,  Boston. 


Old  South  Meeting  House. 

Boston. 


"  In  the  heart  of  Boston  town 
Stands  the  church  of  old  renown." 


Tkf  Lanilmartl. 


••  So,  long  as  Boston  shall  Boston  be, 

And  her  bay  tides  rise  and  fall, 
Shall  freedom  stand  in  the  Old  South  Church 

And  plead  for  the  rights  of  all." 


In  the  "  Old 


Beacon  Street  Residence  of  Oliver  Wendell  Holmes. 

Boston. 


••  Thy  hand,  old  friend  !  the  service  of  our  days. 

In  differing  moods  and  ways. 
May  prove  to  those  who  follow  in  our  train 

Not  valueless  nor  vain." 


To  (Hirer  irenile/l  Holmes. 


"On  Boston  Common." 

The  Pastoral  Letter. 

"  I  like  Boston  Common  because  they  hung 
some  Quakers  there  once  upon  a  time." 

Kennedy**  John  G.  IFhittier,  the  Poet  of  Freedom, 
"Friendship  and  Opinion." 


Penobscot   River,  Mai:.e. 

Charles  River,  Mass. 
Norumbega  Hall,  Wellesley.  Mass. 


"  Not  on  Penobscot 's  wooded  bank  the  spires 
Of  the  sought  City  rose,  nor  yet  beside 
The  winding  Charles,  nor  where  the  daily  tide 
Of  Naumkeag's  haven  rises  and  retires, 
The  vision  tarried ;  but  somewhere  we  knew 
The  beautiful  gates  must  open  to  our  quest,  .   . 
And.  lo  !  at  last  its  mystery  is  made  known  — 
Its  only  dwellers  maidens  fair  and  young, 
Its  Princess  such  as  England's  Laureate  sung; 
And  safe  from  capture,  save  by  love  alone, 
It  lends  its  beauty  to  the  lake's  green  shore, 
And  Norumbega  is  a  myth  no  more." 


Xorumbeya  Hull. 


Residence    of   Henry    Wadsworth    Longfellow. 

Cambridge.  Miss. 


"With  a  glory  of  winter  sunshine 
Over  his  locks  of  gray, 

In  the  old  historic  mansion 
He  sat  on  his  last  birthday." 


The  I'net  and  the  Children. 


"Hushed  now  the  sweet  consoling  tongue 
Of  him  whose  lyre  the  Muses  strung; 
His  last  low  swan-song  has  been  sung!  " 


On  a  Fly-tea/ of  Longfellow's  I'nems. 


From  photographs  by  Soule  Photo.  Co. 


Elmwood. 

Residence  of  James  Russell  Lowel'..  Cambridge. 


•Come  back,  dear  Russell  Lowell. 
To  Elmwood's  waiting  shade!" 


A   H'tlcnmr  tu  l.ou-rtl. 


"From  purest  wells  of  English  undefiled 
None  deeper  drank  than  he,  the  New  World's  child. 
Who  in  the  language  of  their  farm-fields  spoke 
The  wit  and  wisdom  of  New  England  folk." 


.Inmet  Hiiftr/1  l.rnrell. 


Krom  photographs  bj    .^.'iilc  l'li..t,».  (  ... 


Bunker    Hill   Monument. 

Charlestowr.,  Mass. 
Lexington    Common. 

Lexington.  Mass. 

A  tou'der  marks  the  line  of  the  Minute  Men;  on  this  boulder 
are  graven  Captain  Parker's  instructions  to  his  men. 
Statue   of   the   Minute   Man. 
Concord.  Mass. 

"The  voice  of  free,  broad  Middlesex,  —  of  thousands 

as  of  one,  — 
The  shaft  of  Bunker  calling  to  that  of  Lexington." 

Massachusetts  to  Virginia. 

"Of  man  for  man  the  sacrifice, 

All  that  was  theirs  to  give,  they  gave. 

The  flowers  that  blossomed  from  their  grave 
Have  sown  themselves  beneath  all  skies." 


Concord    River. 


•The  winding  Concord." 

A  Welcome  Co  Lowell. 


From  photograph  by  W.  H.  ll.illiil.iy. 


Henry  Wilson.  Charles  Sumner. 

"  He  felt  his  country's  need;   he  knew  "  O  State  so  passing  rich  before, 

The  work  her  children  had  to  do;  Who  now  shall  doubt  ttiy  highest  claim  ? 

And  when,  at  last,  he  he;ml  the  call  The  world  that  counts  thy  jewels  o'er 

In  her  behali  to  serve  and  dare,  Shall  longest  pause  at  SUMNER'S  name!" 

Heside  his  senatorial  chair  Sumner. 

He  stood  the  unquestioned  peer  of  all." 

ir,v»»ii.  J°siah  Quincy. 

"  Lawyers  ....  like  Quincy." 

The  Panorama. 

William  Lloyd  Garrison. 

"  Champion  of  those  who  groan  beneath 

Oppression's  iron  hand  : 
In  view  of  penury,  hate,  and  death, 

I  see  thee  fearless  stand." 

To  William  Lloyd  Garrison. 

"  Not  for  thyself,  but  for  the  slave 

Thy  words  of  thunder  shook  the  world  ; 
No  selfish  griefs  or  hatred  gave 

The    strength   wherewith  thy  bolts  were 
hu  rled.**  Garrison . 


'***£, 


William  Cullen  Bryant. 

"  We  speak  his  praise  who  wears  today 
The  glory  of  his  seventy  years. 

When  Peace  brings  Krecdom  in  her  train, 
Let  happy  lips  his  songs  rehearse." 

nryntit  on  his   Ilirtlntaij. 


Lucy  Larcom.  Celia  Thaxter. 

"  Believe    inc.  I,  my    I.arcom.  it   gives  me  real  "  Ami  glad  of  heart  I   whispered,   '  He  to  her, 

Bird  of  the  summer  sea,  my  messenger; 
That  1  cannot  take  my   carpet   bag  and   g,,  to 

town  to-morrow  r'       heaven  a  tervcni  prayer  will  grant, 

Hut  I'm    'snow-bonnd.'atul   fold  on    cold,  like  Tllis  h^11  ttial  falls  ll^r  island  home  al  ove 

layers  ,,t  an  onion.  Making  its  sl.>pcs  of  nick    and  greenness  Kay, 

Have  piled  inv  li;tck  anil  weighed  me  clown  a>  \          ,     i     i 

A  partial  glory  midst  surrounding  gray, 
with  the  pack  oT  Bnnyan.      .   .  . 
^u  I  must  May  in    Amoh.iry.  and  let   von   go  :|!I  »'rovc  an  earnest  "f  our  ^»»«r's  love, 

your  way,  More  and  more  shining  to  the  perfect  day.'  " 
And  guess  what  colors   greet  your  eyes,  what  Line*  on  Lfaring  Appledorr, 

shapes  your  steps  delay." 

J.rttrr  to   Lucy  Larcom. 


Plymouth. 

'.'    : 


'The  green  repose  of  thy  Plymouth  meadows." 

Jtcvisitfrt, 

"Plymouth's  rocky  bound." 

.\fassaclut8ttts  to   Virginia. 


From  photographs  by  A.  S.  Hurtank,  Plymouth. 


Pilgrim   Rock. 

Plymouth. 


"The  Pilgrims  landed  on  Plymouth  stone." 

John  Underhill. 


From  piioto^raphs  by  A.  S.  Burbank. 


"From  the  shore 

Of  the  great  sea  comes  the  monotonous  roar 
Of  the  long-breaking  surf." 


.tiny 


The   Old   Moll   Pitcher   House. 

Lynn,  Mass. 


••  Even  she.  our  own  weird  heroine. 
Sole  Pythoness  of  ancient  Lynn, 

Sleeps  calmly  where  the  living  laid  her, 
And  the  wide  realm  of  sorcery, 
Left  by  its  latest  mistress  free, 

Hath  found  no  gray  and  skilled  invader." 

KjctractjromttA  Xt'ir  Kiti/l<ni<I  I.cyetnl,' 
oriijhinlhj  a  part  of  "Moll  1'itrlier." 


Mt.  Wachuset. 

Worcester  Cour.ty,  Mass 


By  Wachuset's  wooded  side." 

The  Familist's  Hymn. 


From  photograph  by  J.  A.  McCormick. 


Elm   Park. 

Worcester.  Mass. 
Greylock   Mountain. 

Berkshire  Hills,  Mass. 


1  Rich  and  rural  Worcester." 

MagsacJtHstlli  to  t'iri/inm. 

"  Berkshire's  tallest  peak." 


From  photographs  by  Soule  Photo.  Co. 


The   Capitol. 

Washington.  D.  ( 


Underneath  yon  dome." 

Line*,  nflrririirilt  mtitlril   lt',is/iiilr/t<i 


White   House. 

Washington. 


"  In  Washington." 

Letter. 


Mount    Vernon. 

Virginia. 


'Hark!  the  low  murmur:  Washington." 

Yorktown, 

"  Breezes  from  Mount  Vernon  blowing 
Above  the  Nation's  council  halls." 

The   in>r/</'a  Convention. 


Tomb   of   Washington. 

Mour.t  Vermr. 


••On  Mount  Vernon's  grave." 

The  /'tuiorama. 


Potomac  River. 


Broad  Potomac. 


Hall. 


'  On  Virginia's  shore." 

Cnssandra  Southwick. 


General   Samuel   Chapman   Armstrong. 
General    George    Armstrong    Custer. 
Rain-in-the-Face. 

"St.  Gregory's  finest"  was  dedicated: 


H *'">  '  lo  (icn.  S.  C.   Armstrong,  of 

Hampton, Va.,  whose  Kenerons  efforts  and  scK-iknyinR  labors  for  the  efcva- 

admir"tion""'    ''^    ''^   "''is":'1    '">'    5ymPa'h'«   and    commanded  my 

"  Straight  into  a  slaughter  pen. 
With  his  doomed  three  hundred  men, 
Rode  the  chief  with  the  yellow  hair. 

O  Hampton,  down  by  the  sea! 
What  voice  is  beseeching  thee 

For  the  scholar's  lowliest  place? 
Can  this  be  the  voice  of  him 
Who  fought  on  the  Big  Horn's  rim? 

Can  this  be  Rain-in-the-Face? 

O  chief  of  the  Christ-like  school ! 
Can  the  zeal  of  thy  heart  grow  cool 

When  the  victor  scarred  with  fight 
Like  a  child  for  thy  guidance  craves, 
And  the  faces  of  hunters  and  braves 

Are  turning  to  thee  for  light?" 

On  the  Iliy  Horn. 


John  Milton. 

In  1887,  George  W.  Childs,  of  Philadelphia,  offered  In  defray  ihe  expense  of  a  Milton  Me 
morial  Window  in  St.  Margaret's  Church, Westminster.  Archdeacon  Karrar.who  took  the  matter  in 

charge,  wrote  to  Mr.  Childs:  "  Mr.  Lowell  wrote  me  a  quatrain  for  the  Raleigh  window.  I  can 
hink  ol  no  one  so  suitable  as  Mr.  J.  O.  Whittier  to  write  four  lines  for  the  Milton  window.  Mr. 

Whiltier  would  feel  the  fullest  sympathy  for  the  great  Puritan  poet,  whose  spirit  was  so  completely 

that   of    the    Pilgrim    Fathers."     This    letter  was    forwarded   to    Mr.    Whittier,    who   accepted   the 

invitation  and  composed  the  following  lines: 


"The  new  world  honors  him  whose  lofty  plea 

For  England's  freedom  made  her  own  more  sure, 

Whose  song,  immortal  as  its  theme,  shall  be 

Their  common  freehold  while  both  worlds  endure." 


Archdeacon  h'arrar  wrote  I,,  Mr.  Whiltier  a  letter  of  thanks  en.ling  :  "  I  think  thai  if  Milton 
had  now  been  living,  you  arc  the  poet  whom  he  would  have  chosen  lo  speak  oi  him,  as  being  the 
poet  with  whose  whole  tone  of  mind  he  w  mid  have  been  most  in  sympathy." 


Robert  Burns.  Fredrika  Bremer.  William  Wordsworth. 

"Wild  heather-bells  and  Robert  Burns  ! 

The  moorland  flower  and  peasant ! 
How,  at  their  mention,  memory  turns 

Her  pages  old  and  pleasant." 


•Seeress  of  the  misty  Norland. 

Daughter  of  the  Vikings  bold. 
Welcome  to  the  sunny  Vineland. 

Which  thy  fathers  sought  of  old  ! 
Heart  and  ear,  we  long  have  listened 

To  thy  saga,  rune,  and  song. 
As  a  household  joy  and  presence 

We  have  known  and  loved  thee  long." 

'/'"  Frrdrikti  HremfT. 

••How  welcome  to  our  ears,  long  pained 

By  strife  of  sect  and  party  noise. 
The  brook-like  murmur  of  his  song 

Of  nature's  simple  joys!" 

Witrdtworth. 


JOHN  GKEESI.EAF  WHIT-TUSK,  died  at  dawn,  Sept.  7,  1893.  His  last  words 
were,  "My  love  to  the  world."  His  grave  is  in  Union  Cemetery, 
Amcsbury,  Mass. 

Inscription  on  the  back  of  the  headstone  : 
"  Here  Whittier  lies.     O.  W.  Holmes." 


"Happy  is  he  who  heareth 

The  signal  of  his  release 
In  the  bells  of  the  Holy  City, 

The  chimes  of  eternal  peace." 

The  /Iftl  River   I'oyageur. 


PRESS   OF 

CHANDLER  &   JOHNSON 
BOSTON 


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